Rosewater ruffin’
Several days ago I had the exciting idea to use my rosewater I accidently bought at home goods. You know the gourmet food section…. I can usually find a treasure or two!
Confession: I actually went to home goods for dresser knobs. Eh, like my sister said, close enough!
I happily found a rosewater cupcake recipe in one of my beloved cupcake recipe books. Sigh. It looked lovely in text. I also researched a few recipes online just so I could expect all the magical wonderfulness…. I love floral and was over the moon that I could create fancy little cakes complete with the sweet aroma of roses.
Can you sense my excitement?
Well. I’m going to be real with you. HUGE FLOP.
NOT FANCY.
I don’t know what it was or what I did wrong (I studied the recipe like my little life depended on it) but they didn’t even taste like anything. Just bland little white cakes.
All I am taking from this disappointing experience is that it can only get better. What’s that cliche? Practice makes perfect? Everyone needs a failure?
I couldn’t even bring myself to frost these dainty little blandies because of my overwhelming cupcake depression. Should have made those chocolate cupcakes with tangerine frosting. Damn you rosewater – you blinded me with your romance and left me in the wind. Wah.
I will return with a rosewater cupcake vengeance!
Skagit Valley Tulip Festival
Parisian Perfection
I saw this adorable macaron cookbook in Paper Source (a guilty pleasure of mine) and absolutely needed to have it. I ordered it on Amazon and read it the other night. It is very detailed, helpful with listed resources and different recipes, flavors, you name it! And did I mention its adorable?
After reading it, I have decided I am thoroughly intimidated by macarons. They require great precision and attention. And many tools that I have yet to acquire. So I think once I collect my necessary items to create these adorable confections, and perhaps reread this adorable book, I will then fearlessly attempt to make homemade macarons!
I think it may be successful… Don’t get me wrong, the process is many steps but as a striving perfectionist, these sweet little things and their creation completely attracts me.
And just to clarify. Cupcakes still have my heart. And tummy.
Trophy
Well, to say that I have been slacking on both my blog and the magic of making (and eating) cupcakes is such an understatement. Truth is that the last week was spent having fun in the spring sunshine and the three weeks before that was basically spent with my miracle babies and awesome coworkers. The last sweet yummies I had the privilege of nomming on were from Trophy Cupcakes! Which I believe I read in Seattle Mag – best cupcakes around! I believe it!
Because sharing is caring…. Enjoy my pathetic attempt of this post and I will do better next time.
Vanilla cupcake with luscious vanilla buttercream
Individual boxes, too cute!
Caffeinated
Nursing school introduced me to the love of my life. Coffee. (Let’s be honest, I graduated nursing school only because I had access to caffeine basically 24/7).
My favorite is my vanilla latte from Starbucks. And the new vanilla macchiato is pretty yummy, too.
But when I don’t want to splurge on my Starbies, I make a cup of coffee with my PINK Keurig. I prefer my Starbies kcups – vanilla is my favorite. Shocking.
Personal Pink Keurig
I’m confident that I am 100% addicted to my caffeine. And you know what? I am completely okay with it. Could be worse.
Coffee and lattes when I’m desperate or feeling liking sipping on something yummy and tea whenever I feel like it. I like that I can use my Keurig to make hot water for my tea! I think its one of my favorite kitchen gadgets. And hello, its pink.
Like Mother Like Daughter
I know I do it, “Oh my goodness, I sound just like my mother.” We don’t look alike but our personalities are one in the same.
Good thing my mother is the most awesome individual I will ever know and love on this planet. I think I love the fact that I will always be her daughter, no love like my momma’s!
So much love.
Thankful for my mom’s visit.
XOXO
Wiggle Butt
Every morning between 6-8AM my dog is ready to go out and starving. Some unfortunate mornings she wakes up at 4AM and I have to coax her back to sleep.
My happy lab is even happier when I ask her if its breakfast time. We love breakky! And when she’s really happy she enthusiastically wags her tail. Wiggle butt.
I wuv her.
XOXO
Dream Kitchen
Sweaty Girl
Update: I dragged my butt to that yoga class I’ve been wanting myself to take.
First thought of my class: HOT! No escaping now.
Thought entering child’s pose: OW. Can I really be that out of shape?
Nearly the last thought of my class: Going to enjoy my nice col…..HOT water. Note to self: bring extra water to leave in the car.
Tonight was my second class and I was literally dying as well as looking forward to it all day. Returning to that hot torture chamber – uh, hot room, was blissful for my sore body. The heat graciously accepted me and I was thankful.
And yes, I am one of those obnoxious LOUD breathers in the room. This girl has asthma and history of dehydration, dizziness in hot, sweaty situations (we’re still talking yoga, here, okay?) so I find it best for my discipline, practice, body, rhythm to participate in the breathing. I love it when I’m sore the next day from breathing.
I love hot yoga, but I won’t even pretend I’m a hardcore yogi. My dance background has provided me with the discipline and flexibility to hold poses. I appreciate the time it gives me to focus on me. All of my thoughts focus to my breath and my body. Therapy and self care at its finest. And its healthy! As long as I shower immediately upon returning home.
Namaste.
XOXO
Sweet for Pink 